Miss Teresa thought it would be a good idea if we practised meditation during our lesson on Friday afternoon. WE had to take our shoes off and lie on the floor.

We were happy to do so as any activity where we had to lie down was a good one in my opinion.

My head landed next to Alice Jones, the loveliest girl in the class and as I lay next to her long blonde hair fell across my own head. I was too scared and nervous to say or do anything, so I lay there with Alice’s hair on my own head.

Miss Teresa called for quiet as most of the class was tittering to one another. Silence fell but was soon interrupted by Dango telling his neighbour, Joe Vogue a rather suspect joke. The sound of Dango’s voice was enough to set everyone giggling.

Miss Teresa quickly called for order and demanded we get up off the floor if we weren’t taking the exercise seriously. There were angry looks Dango’s way who looked his usual innocent self but soon disrupted the class when he claimed his shoe was missing.

Later we discovered his missing shoe in the playground, testimony to what some one thought of his behaviour that afternoon.